I start each day out the same. Stretching out my panda arms reaching for a guitar to play But now my best friend's at my feet. I can tell by her tiny cries. Its time for us to eat We shuffle to that old wood stove. I put on a pot of tea and fill up both her bowls Since we have no place to go we bow our sleepy heads and clap along to the radio It goes tra la la la la la la My brother lives on 14th and church His hands hold so much joy his heart is filled with so much hurt He fell in love with a girl from the sea She calmed his racing mind and held him until he fell asleep Through the years we've both seen our fair share of change We've had some victories but mostly we just made mistakes He's got this piano tune he made even though he wrote it as a child It's still a hit today It goes tra la la la la la la Ive got this little house up north its not the biggest home but I paid what its worth Right now its just a place to keep my books and since I hardly read I guess its just there for looks one day three schedules will align And finally the boys and girls will be in the same damn place at the same damn time With our voices hearts and strings we'll fill those tiny rooms with so much love We'll just have to sing Tra la la la la la la Good morning to you!